This is a song about "Punch to the face"

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

 because i have to face the fact that you're gone... 

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

To never back down and take every punch

Up in the sadie hawkins turn the punch to a concoction

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I poop so hard my face farts to the

If you gonna do it, do it nigga

Punch the clock, click the pen

Vijay singh and all of them

Fuckin' maggots, to pace, race, hit you in the face!

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Didn't do a thing at all

I punch a hole in the wall